You gave yourself away. Not in some poetic, romantic surrender ~ but in a slow, quiet erosion that you didn't even notice until your chest felt hollow and your own reflection became a stranger. You adjusted your laugh, softened your boundaries, ignored the tightening in your solar plexus every time you said “yes” when your soul screamed “no.” And then… they left. Or you left. It doesn't matter. What hurts more than the goodbye is the realization that you became collateral damage in your own life. This isn't about getting over someone. It's about coming home to the one person you abandoned: you. The Ache of Self-Exile Is Stored in the Body Before your mind could craft the tragic narrative, your body already knew. Remember the tension in your shoulders that never fully released? The shallow breath that kept you just above the panic? That clench in your jaw when you swallowed your truth again? That was your nervous system waving a red flag while you smiled and told yourself this was love. We treat heartbreak as an emotional problem. It’s not. The body holds the score. The vagus nerve, that great wanderer from brain to belly, got hijacked by